Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that has latched itself onto your face and is laying an embryo in your stomach.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A Toblerone
An Estrus Flask
A map of Kenosha, Wisconsin
A Diamond Sword
A box of one dozen starving crazed weasels
A Round Tuit
A Mat of Dryer Lint
A miniature F5 tornado sealed in box
A Salt Shaker Filled with Pepper
A 9/16in combination wrench

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